A Sweet Merciful Release

AJ drove to Pensacola to go to the mall. His senior year was coming to an end, and the last dance was next weekend. He didn’t have a date, but he planned to go and came to the mall to look for some new clothes. Maybe new jeans in black or some unique finish, or some stylish pants, and a different kind of shirt, were all things he kept considering. He didn’t want to go in the usual attire of the guys in his school. Plaid shirts or t-shirts with worn blue jeans. Clothes that were predictable of country boys at the county school from over near Lillian, Alabama.

Pulling into the parking lot, AJ parked his Ford truck as he continued to play out scenarios for next weekend. Maybe he would show up in black jeans and black t-shirt. A bad boy image, something to attract Lisa or Emily. Neither had ever given him much attention and it hurt his pride making him wonder what was wrong with him as compared to Wesley or Luke. He was eighteen and felt like a man, one ready to tackle the world, or at least his part of it. But he was also still a virgin and when he considered it, his sense of himself was hurt from it.

He looked in the rearview mirror to check his hair. He needed it cut for it wouldn’t stay combed. It hung down into his eyes and over his ears in thick black waves. The genes of his mother, with a mix of Latin American and Cajun that gave him black hair and dark brown eyes and a tanned skin tone. He thought it made him attractive, but Emily had called him half-breed one time too many for him to not think of it and the derogatory nature of the slur. Despite it, he saw how some looked at him, and he knew there was those that were attracted to his looks. Those girls were just not in his school. It was one factor, of many, that made him want to leave the community as soon as possible. If only he had the grades for college, but he didn’t and saw that as a hopeless option.

He climbed out of his truck and straightened his tank top, feeling the hot sun on the exposed parts of his shoulders. He had gotten it back in the spring when his family was at the beach. It was light yellow and loose fitting around his body. He liked the way it felt, the soft rub of the cotton fabric against his skin. It made his nipples hard, embarrassing him to think of it. He started toward the nearest entrance, walking along the parking aisle, when a Jeep cruised by him. There were two guys in it. He glanced over as they passed and saw them staring back. Sailor boys, he realized as soon as he saw them. Everyone in Pensacola knew the look even when dressed casually. The close to the scalp hair cut and something in the way they carried themselves.

AJ watched the Jeep circle the parking lot and pull into a space in the next aisle over, wishing he could afford to buy one. His truck had been his grandfather’s and once he bought a new used truck, he got the even older model from him. He continued to the entrance and soon saw out of the corner of his eye, the two sailor boys moving with a faster gait, passing him in the other aisle. He watched how they interacted with each other, joking around, one grabbing the other in a headlock. Then he saw one of them look back just before disappearing inside.

Maybe he likes me.

AJ stumbled with the thought. He looked around to see if anyone was nearby that might have seen him when that thought occurred to him. He felt his face flush hot, and he became flustered with himself. It wasn’t the first time such a thought occurred to him but in the past, he had been able to smother it quickly before it acquired a full image in his mind. The times in the locker room after baseball practice, or when a few of the guys went to the beach and came out of the water wet, trunks clinging to crotches. It was his classmates, boys he had known most of his life and he just couldn’t image such a thing with them.

But those two sailor boys were not two of his classmates.

AJ strolled through the men’s section of the department store seeing nothing that caught his eye that was within his budget. There had been jeans he had stared at far too long until the reality of their price sunk in. He ambled out in the mall making his way along the wide common area, feeling lost among the other shoppers. There were so many people but none he knew. It must be how an immigrant must feel arriving on the shores of a foreign country, only in his case, he did speak the same language.

Eventually he came to a store that catered to young men and women and he looked at the mannequins in the window dressed in the company’s latest fashions. He looked at the clothes wondering if he would look right in them. He went through the large entrance between the chrome security scanners and angled over into the men’s side of the store.

Moving among the racks and shelving, he browsed the shirts and pants on display. Whenever movement caught his eye, he would look up at some guy shopping nearby. The blonde beach boy, the footballer wearing his jersey, the geek with perfect hair and trendy glasses, and to his left, a guy who looked like a model. Tall, attractive with a trendy hair style, and a casual aloofness that drew the attention of those around him, including AJ’s.

AJ found himself staring until the guy looked his way, then just as casually look away, just like the girls he went to high school. It burned him, somewhere in the center of his chest, then he chastised himself for caring about how some guy perceived him.

A few stores further down the mall, AJ entered another store catering to young men and women. He made his way to the right side and circled around the tables up front, then along the wall looking at shirts, then back to a fixture where designer jeans were hanging. He flipped through them slowly looking at each style and cut. There were three pair he liked and began to go back and forth between them trying to decide which he liked best. He searched for the tags that gave the size, looking for a 31 waist, then a 34 inseam.

Movement, close, right in front of him. AJ looked up and saw it was one of the sailor boys. He could see him clearly now that he stood only a few feet away. Dark hair, brown eyes, and smooth tanned skin tone. Unable to stop himself, he stared. The brown eyes looked up and the guy smiled back. AJ found himself holding his breath as he looked at the perfect teeth and the eyes, eyes that seemed to see what he was thinking.

“Jacob, who’s this?” said the other sailor as he came up next to the first.

“Don’t know,” the first sailor replied. He moved closer to the rack and leaned over it slightly. “I’m Cotton and this here is Jacob. What might be your name?”

“I’m…I…I’m AJ.”

“Well, AJ, it’s nice to meet ya.”

“Cotton? That’s a nickname…right?”

“Oh, yeah, for he hates his given name of…” said Jacob, getting interrupted by Cotton.

“Don’t.”

It made AJ smile and in doing so, relax a little. With only the introduction he knew Cotton had to be from Georgia or Alabama, but Jacob’s accent was so plain he couldn’t give it a place.

“Where are you guys from?” AJ asked, wishing to keep them engaged in conversation.

“I’m from Douglas, Georgia and this asshole is from Enid, Oklahoma,” replied Cotton.

“Actually, outside the town on a ranch. Dad was a ranch hand,” said Jacob.

“Hey, what is there to do around here? We’ve got leave and have been looking for something fun to do,” asked Cotton.

“I don’t know. I’m from over near Lillian, Alabama, just across the state line. I mean, there is the beach and…” said AJ, faltering when he realized he was going to mention the Naval Air Museum back on their base.

“We’ve done that,” said Jacob, who moved around the fixture and stood closer to AJ. “We were thinking about just partying on our own. Would you like to hang out with us? We’ve got a hotel room.”

“A hotel room?”

“Yep, and it’s on the beach.”

AJ looked at Jacob, then over at Cotton who smiled with such mischief he felt his heart racing in his chest.

“You do like to party, don’t ya?” asked Cotton.

AJ stood at the window, with the sliding glass door open letting in the breeze off the water. He could hear the soft roll of the small waves on the shore and occasionally someone laugh or yell out. As far out as he could see the waters were turquoise and so clear he could see the sandy white bottom.

“AJ, do you want something to drink?” called out Jacob.

AJ turned to see Jacob pouring whiskey into plastic cups. No ice, no mixer, just straight whiskey.

“I have to drive home later, so just a little.”

“Okay, just enough to loosen you up,” quipped Jacob as he sealed the bottle and picked up the three cups. He had Cotton, who was sitting on the bed take one, then came over to Jacob holding out a cup.

Cotton had set up small speakers connected to his cellphone and soon music began to fill the room.

Three drinks later, AJ was sitting on one bed watching Jacob and Cotton. He couldn’t believe how events had transpired to where he was watching them kiss and grope each other. Cotton was kissing down Jacob’s neck and squeezing his crotch. Jacob had his eyes closed and was groping Cotton. He opened them and stared at AJ.

“Come on, AJ, party with us?”

AJ couldn’t move but felt the stirrings of his arousal despite his fear. He adjusted his cock as Cotton tugged Jacob’s shirt over his head. He had to lean back to adjust it again when Jacob unbuttoned Cotton’s shirt, kissing down the chest as he went. Jeans were undone, hands slipped down inside them, and AJ desperately wanted to undo his own. He watched Cotton’s cock come into view. The head tapered and flaming red, and soon inside Jacob’s mouth. The sound of mouth sucking cock was noisier than AJ could ever imagine. There was a physicality to the way Jacob worked his mouth on Cotton’s cock. Head twisting and turning, lips held tight to the shaft, then mouth open, letting the wet cock move over his tongue.

Jacob sank his mouth halfway down Cotton’s cock and began to tug on his jeans and boxers. Cotton raised his ass, letting Jacob work them down until they dropped to his ankles.

“AJ, help me get these off,” Cotton whispered.

AJ no longer considered what it meant to be with two guys. What it meant that they wanted to be with him and that his trapped cock was so hard it ached for release. He slid off the bed to his knees and slipped off the sneakers, then the socks, and finally, his eyes turned up to watch Jacob suck, tugged the jeans and boxers off each foot, tossing them on the floor behind him. He sat on his heels and watched how Jacob moved on Cotton. How he toyed with the head, tongue swirling around it making Cotton moan and push up. He leaned closer, less than a foot away, unable to turn away as Jacob went down, all the way, nose buried the pubic hair. When Jacob lifted upward, he came off Cotton and looked at AJ. Holding the wet cock up, he waved it at him.

“You want to try?” Jacob whispered.

“Yeah,” AJ uttered as he leaned forward. He touched the head with his tongue, then kissed it, and when he realized he could really do, sank the cock into his mouth and pushed down as far as he could.

He worked his mouth on Cotton, mimicking the way Jacob had done it. Up and down, he worked his lips and tongue along the hard cock. As he sucked, he saw movement, Jacob sliding off the bed and moving around him. Then he felt Jacob against his back, arms hugging their bodies together. He felt hot exhales and kisses to the back of his neck and the slow push and grind of crotch against his ass. He didn’t stop sucking but seemed to get into it with greater enthusiasm when he felt a hand slip under this tank top, rubbing upward over his stomach while kisses moved over his shoulders where exposed. Jacob pulled back and his tank top was being tugged upward. He came off Cotton and let it get pulled off. Jacob grabbed him by the hair, tilting his head back, then kissed him on the mouth. He kissed back, passionately, as he felt a hand rub down his chest, stomach, until finally groping his hard cock. He moaned into the mouth and arched his back, pushing his crotch out to give greater access. He felt the fingers dig into the soft denim and manipulate his cock.

“Get on the bed,” uttered Cotton.

Finally shed of his clothes, AJ lay on the bed and watched Cotton and Jacob take turns sucking his cock. Cotton kept a tight grip on its base as one then the other sucked at the head and used their tongues to toy with it. He shuddered and moaned, never having felt anything like it before. Someone raked a finger down his ass, and he spread his legs further apart. He wanted someone to touch him there. To manipulate him until his arousal was even more suffocating. Cotton sank his mouth all the way down his cock as the finger rubbed his opening. Then the finger pushed against his tightness.

Too soon, too soon, too soon!

But AJ couldn’t hold back. Too aroused from this new experience. To feel a mouth on his cock. To feel two guys between his legs. To feel that finger breach his tightness and sink into his depths. He shuddered, cried out, then shoved upward, and came. He jerked with every ejaculation. His eyes rolled up and a drawn out moan escaped from his throat.

Gasping for breath, AJ leaned up and watched Jacob squeeze his cock from the base up until cum beaded in the slit. Cotton licked it off making him whimper.

Then the two sailor boys were moving. Jacob getting off the bed and standing at the foot. AJ moved to the head of it, dragging AJ around with him. AJ found his head hanging over the edge and his legs held up to Cotton’s chest. He knew what they meant to do, and he opened his mouth for Jacob and waited.

AJ didn’t have to wait long, and Jacob was rubbing leaking cock over his lips, across his cheeks, and around his chin. Then it was at his mouth, and he wrapped his lips around the head and waited for Jacob to feed it to him. Cotton was pushing wet cock at the entrance of his hole, and he worked his back to push his ass against it. He wanted it, wanted it so bad he moaned around Jacob’s cock while undulating between them.

“Fuck, he wants it,” uttered Jacob.

“Yeah…take it…take it AJ,” Cotton whispered.

The initial penetration was painful, more so than AJ expected. He grunted and moaned as his opening stretched to accommodate Cotton. He shuddered as he felt the cock bore into his depths. Then he struggled to control his breathing as Jacob eased deeper into his mouth.

After a few short minutes, AJ loosened to Cotton’s cock and found his rhythm, the way to breathe around Jacob’s cock as it pushed inward, then pulled outward. He reached up and around Jacob’s thighs, holding them, feeling the movement of Jacob’s fuck. He lay spread out between them, and he wanted them to look at him, to let their eyes gaze over his body. He wanted them to touch him in all the ways of sex between men.

Cotton moved over him, folding his legs over, and hammered cock into his depths. The bed rocked with the physicality of their fuck. He opened his eyes and saw Cotton was kissing AJ. He looked between them and saw the undeniable movement of a man fucking. The undulating body and the flex of muscles in the stomach. And he felt it as cock bore into his depths, over and over and over.

Then he was on his knees watching Jacob climb on the bed. Jacob’s cock was hard and dripping. He looked at the shape of it, how it differed from his own. He wondered about Cotton’s cock as he felt it bore into his depths. He let the question fade away, not really caring what a guy’s cock looked like, as much as he cared about how it felt as it fucked him.

Jacob moved up to him, held his chin, and kissed him on the mouth. A hand took his cock and stroked him to renewed hardness. He reached out and felt the girth of Jacob’s cock in his hand as he stroked him. There was a moan into his mouth, then Jacob was knee-walking back and Cotton was pushing him over. He went down on his hands, and with another push, down to his elbows. Jacob’s cock was at his mouth, and he took it, letting Jacob push forward until he had nearly ever inch.

Hands holding his waist and hands holding his head, cocks fucked him. Fucked into his hole until hips smacked against his ass. Fucked his mouth making him struggle to breathe. But he wanted it, wanted it more than anything ever before. He wanted these two sailor boys so bad his own cock flopped between his thighs thick and heavy.

Cotton reached around and took his cock, stroked it in rhythm with their fuck. AJ wanted to beg him to stop but he only moaned and submitted to the manipulation. He couldn’t believe how quickly he was fully hard again. So aroused he felt like he could soon cum. Cotton began to fuck harder, shoving him forward on Jacob’s cock. He took it, every thrust and he didn’t want it to stop. The hand grew slick from his drooling cock and hips banged against his ass in such a loud smack he momentarily wondered if someone next door could hear.

Jacob came first, pumping cock into AJ’s mouth in short thrusts. The thick wads quickly filled it and he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed until he had taken all of it.

AJ knew the two guys were constantly rambling on about their sex, but not until Jacob pulled from his mouth, did he register what Cotton was saying.

“Fuck, take me…take me.”

“Goddamn, take my cock.”

“Come on boy, eat his load…take my fuck.”

The hand tightened on his cock and Cotton was hammering cock into his hole. He took it, every thrust, and when Cotton pulled him up on his knees, he looked down at his wet slick cock as Cotton stroked it. He was close again. Impossibly close.

“Make me cum. Get me off…please,” AJ begged as Cotton banged against his ass.

AJ felt the surge of release and began to pump his cock through Cotton’s fist. He watched Jacob drop down in front of him on his back. When Jacob opened his mouth, it was too much, and he came. Thick wads spurt from his cock, raining down on Jacob’s stomach, chest, then finally, as Jacob so wanted, across his face.

AJ shuddered and jerked with each ejaculation. Cotton bearhugged him around the neck and pushed into his depths.

“Take me,” Cotton uttered as he shook and jerked with his own release.

Jacob was hard again. His hand moved slowly up and down his cock as he lay on the other bed. He stared at his own hand as if it were alien to him, something foreign now giving him pleasure. On the other bed, AJ lay his side with Cotton spooned against his back.

“Look at his cock,” Cotton whispered.

AJ didn’t need to be told. He stared at it for it not only was it permissible, but it was desired.

“Will you go over there and sit on it?” Cotton whispered and AJ saw Jacob smile.

“Yes.”

“You really want it, don’t you?”

“Yes. Will you watch?” AJ replied, daringly asking what he would have been afraid to ask only minutes before.

“I plan on it.”

AJ moved off one bed and onto the other. He straddled Jacob’s legs facing him.

“Turn around. Face the other way,” said Jacob.

AJ wondered why but once turned around he saw Cotton in one of the chairs at the foot of the bed. He was slouched down in the chair, touching his own cock ready for their sex. AJ raised up on his knees and reached back to hold Jacob into position, then he eased down. He was still so loose, stretched from their fuck, he easily took every inch. He ground his ass against Jacob’s hips, then began to work his body up and down. At first, he moved slowly, so slow he could feel every inch slid in and tug out on his opening. He moved down all the way to get the fullness of every penetration, then lifted his hips until he knew the cock was almost slipping free.

Looking across the bed, AJ stared at Cotton as Cotton stared back. He saw the green eyes watching his every move, focused on the cock he was fucking his ass on. It aroused him, made his flopping cock grow hard again. He increased his pace until the bed protested beneath them.

“Goddamn boy, ride that cock,” Cotton uttered.

AJ saw Cotton was hard again, stroking every inch of it. Cotton turned to the bed and propped his feet on the edge of the mattress, spread apart enough to tease AJ with what was just out of sight.

“You like watching me?” AJ asked as he bounced off Jacob’s hips.

“Fuck yeah,” Cotton replied.

“Do I look good?”

“Hell yeah, you look great.”

AJ leaned back and worked his hips faster, pumping his ass up and down on Jacob’s cock. He took his own cock and stroked the slick shaft and leaking head until he was hard again. He worked his ass on that cock until his muscles burned with his exertions. Never have the muscles of his abdomen been so tight, so prominently exposed beneath the smooth skin. He kept up his brutal pace until gasping for breath, then he collapsed on top of Jacob and ground his ass down on the cock. He lay on him, their heads side by side and worked his hips, increasing the stimulation of his ass on Jacob’s cock.

Jacob raked a hand up his sweat slick stomach and chest, then down to his cock, knocking his own hand away. AJ moaned at the feel of it, Jacob’s hand stroking him and rubbing around the head making him shudder. He undulated his body, working his ass on Jacob’s cock as his own was being stroked. He felt it, the need for release. It was impossible he was already so close, but he couldn’t deny how he felt. He lifted himself up and resumed a hard fuck. Ass slamming down, then jerking upward, over and over.

“Come on AJ, come…come for us,” said Cotton

“AJ cried out, louder than any time before. He struggled with his rhythm as he felt the surge of release. He shuddered with Jacob’s manipulation, then slammed his hips down. Cum erupted from his cock, landing on his stomach, then dribbling down the shaft where Jacob smeared it with his hand. It was too much, and he jerked and shivered as he kept working his hips up and down. Suddenly Jacob grabbed both of his thighs and pushed him down.

“Take me,” Jacob uttered as he shuddered beneath him.

Jacob fell flat on Jacob gasping for breath. His cock no longer hard and he felt as if he were completely spent. But he looked down the bed at Cotton. At the hard cock being stroked. He knew what Cotton wanted, and he climbed off Jacob and crawled to the foot of the bed.

“You want to fuck me,” said AJ, a statement, not a question.

“Yes,” Cotton replied.

AJ eased off the bed and turned to face Jacob as he stood between Cotton’s legs. He raked his hand down the cum trickling down his chest, then he toyed with his flaccid cock, feeling it respond. He eased back and down on the cock Cotton held up. He didn’t stop until fully seated on it.

This time there was a recklessness to AJ’s fuck. A physicality that made the chair squeak and Cotton grunt and moan. He hammered his ass down on Cotton, over and over, as Jacob watched. He stared at Jacob, at the dark brown eyes, wanting to see their expression. He wanted to see what he was feeling. His own cock hardened, and he took it hand, stroking until fully erect.

Cotton had been close, and it was ‘t long before he was trying to push upward, trying to get his cock just a little deeper. AJ sensed it, felt the way Cotton was pushing upward and he hammered his ass down on it. He felt his own increased arousal, slowly building this time, and he had to flail away at his cock, pushing himself to the very limits of his endurance. He threw his head back and worked his ass on Cotton until he felt hands grip tightly at his waist.

“Fuck…I’m going to cum,” Cotton uttered, then he was trying to thrust upward as AJ slammed his ass down.

Cotton shuddered beneath him, and AJ knew he was pumping his hole full of cum again. He rode the spurting cock, feeling his own release build.

“AJ, stop, please stop,” Cotton begged.

“I can’t; not yet,” AJ replied and he saw Jacob smile while moving to the edge of the bed.

He felt the slickness of Cotton’s cock not realizing it was his cum leaking out as he kept up his pace. Up and down, he worked his hips until he began to see spots, to gasp for breath. Then the mercy of all mercies, he came, cum dribbling out of his cock.

AJ lay on the other bed, sated as never before. He had nothing left to give so he lay content to watch Cotton take Jacob in one of the slowest fucks he had ever seen. Nothing in online porn was like what he was witnessing. The undulating body on top of another, they way they touched and caressed each other. The soft whispers between them that told AJ their relationship was destined to be more than just friends. He could see it, how one cared for the other. He wondered what it would take for him to have that.

A Few Months Later

 AJ followed the others across the dock to the ship. He was dressed in his uniform and had a duffle bag slung over one shoulder. He followed the guys in front of him, checking out one or the other as he went. There was Chris from Hawaii, a guy from a military family that goes back to the first World War. To his left, Thomas, a tall lean guy from Seattle, then to his right, Bobby, a guy from Mobile, a place so close to his own home they had quickly forged a friendship. He picked them out for he sensed something about them, some familiarity he had seen before in a hotel room on Pensacola Beach. He had such anticipation of his tour of duty as he followed Chris and Thomas with Bobby behind him. He smiled at the notion that Bobby got behind him to check out his ass.